I'm just another soul left to wallow in my many miseries-
A broken child at the hands those meant to love me.
The waterfall created on my face means nothing,
All I get is hatred and bitter looks;
But I know better than to speak how I feel.
Words don't even seem to matter again!
Is it not a mother or father's destiny to love their child until love means more than it means?
The one thing I desired but never received-
All I feel is approval but not the love that was meant to exist for a bitter soul.
You are meant to care!
Yet you throw hateful glares my way-
Rupturing my emotions that are supposed to be whole.
Is it that I'm blamed for how I've been treated when I've done nothing wrong?
Living in a broken home where you feel as empty as the word itself may define;
With an absent father and a mother who tries to make ends meet-
But is too engrossed in herself and selfishness to listen or pay attention to my words,
Only caring when she blames her children for all the mistakes she made in life.
As if we existed then and held her gunpoint to make foolish decisions!
Too broken and bitter to even believe a sentence uttered to me,
As all I'm used to are deceitful tricks and being everyone's problem;
I'm nothing but just a bitter soul.
A bitter soul who fears ever trusting, only being used to deceit-
Lost as to what proper love is like,
Or ever will be for me.
Will I ever find it or remain cold?
These are my words-
Words of a bitter soul!
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Emotions
PoetryI'm just a girl who feels so many emotions due to constant events in my life😖. Never exactly sure how to feel or act and be myself, self conscious of how others see me😓. Poetry is art and art works are as calming as rain. Writing gives me peace...
